Sometimes I have the feeling I am living in parallel worlds, especially when poetry plays in my head while I realize at the same time that a work-related conversation between my colleagues is playing outside my ears.
The bounce back from my poetic parallel world can be dramatic and painful, like falling on my duff and hitting my tailbone.
Mysteriously, I have so far always come back from my poetic parallel world and have survived all the bounces.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written to incorporate parallel, bounce and mysterious from 3WW LXXX.